The tapping of your nails against the wooden desk. The loud chewing of your gum. Your shoe tapping against the ground. You not even doing anything worthwhile, as expected of someone of your status, he thought.

Dr. Ratio was practically aching to tear his hair out with you being sat next to him.

Couldn’t you sit anywhere else? Why him.

“Could you shut it.” Dr. Ratio lashed out, giving you a harsh glare over the cover of his book as you only returned a cocky grin.